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I have no idea where I am right now. I mean, I'm in a hotel room. I know that. I remember a sign...Arcolo? Does that ring a bell? We're out there, though. Somewhere, dark, bleak, late-night IL. One. Day. Left.

I'm in a hotel. there's the dude on the other bed, he with laptop, too, headphones. he put the HBO on, ya know, I can be all into the erotic thang on tv if the moment's right (ie. me alone, drunk, pern, or you and me, or whatever), but I'm not feeling it. Ellen Barkin, whatever...is this Bound? I wanted to see that, but not right now.

Champaign ILL. Through the overcast day, peaceful, caffiene bounced off me, burn'd up thru the atmosphere like cosmic rocks, eyes puffy and full all day. Waffle house did me more than right. Play'd Journey, Lionel, GnR, the Kang, something else. Our waitress sucked, though. She had the waffle house charm of an empty bottle of waffle house salsa (yeah, they have salsa now).

for some reason I just thought of the fact that the first Krispy Kreme outside the US just opened in Harrods in London, or so I heard. I have a tendency to make the news what I want it to be when I'm not really listening to the radio. Rest assured if you've sparred w/me in the CE board, I DO pay attention if it's a little more relelvent than a donut shoppe.

Anyway, Champaign, the road to it...we had the rain. We had the torrents. We made good time, too good, which meant we could lag in the random town with too many flags, and, SURPRISE, another person being weird to me in a gas station for no reason. I love the US sometimes. At least in Holland when they try to fuck w/me it's cause I'm NOT FROM HOLLAND. Anyway...
The ride was mellow, I worked on this track I've decided is way derivative of Kraftwerk, but I'll see it through cause I should just get it done and move on.

I had a REALLY expensive meal in Champaign (I sense a trend) tonight. It sucked. It was total 'fusion' modern cuisine, which I'm okay with, but this was furiously underwhelming. Let's combine some weird flavors and ruin this otherwise rad meal. Yes, the sweet potatos were sublime.
I'll have a coke.
"Pepsi ok?
Do you have ginger ale?
"I can MAKE YOU ONE."
You can MAKE ME ONE? REALLY?
"Yes, or we have ginger beer, which is like spicey ginger ale"
[DUH] No can you just make me a ginger ale.
"Sure."

fucking great. I think it's that I ran out of razors and I'm feeling scrub. I had a fantasy about our waitress. I had a major, ready-to-spend-my-life-w/you, experience just being within 10 feet of the other waitress. she really was like a police sketch taken from my brain of my ideal, except not as gnarly as a police sketch. have you ever looked at what they come up with? I don't know how ANYONE could look like that.

Anyway, the show was fine. I got drunk. I meant to. One show left. Had a good time. Everything was fine.......

SO then there was a dance party...

Hey do you have that Pharrell track?
"Man, people around here won't dance to that..."
Huh? Really?
"Yeah, radio here sucks."

So we got to hear all the hits from LAST summer, except Crazy In Love, whose power was not lost on me after 4 Makers.

I saw a girl tonight at the show that melted my heart. She actually looks like someone I saw on SG but can't place it.

It was good to dance. It was good to see this E'd up, just outta high school Swedish girl chatting up the one dude in the band that REALLY needs to lighten the fuck up. He was so totally glowing, even though her man eventually showed up and they did all sorts of E making out.
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you made me smile. lot's of ground to cover again. I'll try, cause I like it.